Leash taut and straining,
draining the energy from
these fatigued legs. I beg
my friend to slow the pace,
but he just wags his tail
and licks my face dragging
me a bit further up the block.

Two young boys discussing
the finer points of the
designated hitter, a bat
over the shoulder of one,
the other astride his bike.
Not a common scene today,
but a refreshing look; a throw back.

A retired gentleman stands
hands clutching yard tools,
ankle deep in mud from
the days of torrential rain.
The storm drains plug
and he’s dug the muck
that has stuck to the grate.

A young pregnant woman sits
on the bench near the bus stop.
A neat hop, skip and twenty minute ride
downtown. Another appointment
for the obstetrician to assess
her condition. She feels a kick,
and sighs wishing she didn’t feel so sick.

Sounds usually presented
as background noise
comes to the fore. Once more
the baseball chatter of boys,
the scrape of spade against metal
mesh annoys. A mother’s sigh. And a happy
dog barks at his best friend in the world.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #25: “Exercise”



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